The will to live

My mother in law Marie is stabilizing and took some food by mouth Sunday, which is crazy but true. Every time she's pronounced "almost gone" she rallies somehow. This can't be forever, but it is an amazing testament to her toughness and the will to survive. Live is fragile, life is strong. Think about the close calls you may have had, the number of times you could have checked out. I can't recount all of mine. I know it's not in my hands to even sustain my life one more day. I'm OK with that, and just need to work out the balance where I don't push too close to the edge as often as I have in years gone by.